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“We’re speaking with the sheriff.”

“That means yes,” June said.

Agnes looked at the welcome sign.

“Someone damage it?”

“We don’t know.”

“I told the town council those boys shouldn’t repaint it without sealing the wood first,” Mabel said.

“What boys?” Carson asked.

“Not boys,” Agnes corrected. “Men. Rangers.”

June smiled. “Very handsome men.”

Mabel nodded. “Some of them are married.”

“Most of them,” Agnes added.

“They own the Last Stand Tavern,” June said. “Good food. Strong drinks. Excellent security.”

“We aren’t looking for a drink,” I said.

Agnes turned her sharp gaze on me.

“Everyone needs a drink eventually.”

Carson coughed to hide a laugh.

I ignored him.

“Do any of you recognize this symbol?” I showed them the photograph.

All three women leaned closer.

“The Eagle River sign,” June said.

“What about the circle beneath the river?”

Mabel adjusted her glasses.

“Nine… little marks,” she murmured.

Agnes’s expression changed.

“You’ve seen it,” I said.

“I might have.”

“Where?”

She looked toward town.

“Sheriff Tate keeps old town records. Ask him.”

“What kind of records?”